Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, Bizarre &

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid at you
and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

No one's than me (wha?)
No one, no one is than me
No one is iller me
It's Mr. from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn into
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this
I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the with a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a casket
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the of potholes and trash
We'll blast...